Coffee Prince Novels & Stories

Who knows it's a beauty without brains? "How can you serve such cheap coffee?" I asked since I've never been served such coffee. "I'm sorry if the coffee doesn't suit your taste. I'll get you another cup of coffee" She apologized. "Then why did you serve me cheap coffee if you could get a better one?" I hissed. "I'm sorry, Mr....?" She said since she didn't know my name. "Maxfield" I replied. "I'm sorry, Mr. Maxfield. But your taste is quite different and high class. I got the costliest coffee on the menu hoping that it would be of your standard but I'm afraid, you still find it cheap" The girl said before leaving.

he says as he grabs my hand leading me to his white BMW before I could object. Driving wasn't quiet because Cam blasted Chief keef the whole way to McDonalds, he turned it down when we were at the drive thru "what chu want" he said pulling out his wallet well since he's paying "lemme get a number four no tomatoes with a Oreo mcflurry" he looked at me shaking his head then ordered his food; we decided to go to the park and eat more like he decided and I just agreed.

Monique glanced at Cindy, just like before, she had heavy makeup on with her working clothes pulled down so low that the two masses of meat could be seen clearly. It was so unappetizing that she wanted to leave right away after getting her coffee. “I’d like a cup of Blue Mountain coffee.” Monique said coldly, unbothered to reply to Cindy’s remark. She really did not know what to get for Henry or what he liked to eat. She remembered him getting coffee from here so she drove here to get him coffee.

And an orange scone. Kenji had just reached the front of the line when he seen her message. “A green tea with an orange scone. I’ll have a mocha Frappuccino.” The young lady proceeded to ring up his order. “That will be twenty-five, thirteen.” His face frowned at the cost for two drinks. He was about to say something when he remembered where he was. He took out the cash to hand to her. “Here you go.” “Sorry, that’s thirty and our machine is broken. Can you give exact change?”

maybe he his the same ,he likes his coffee black. Not wasting much time I prepared ten cups of black hot coffee and also prepared a cup of cappuccino for my self. I have been dying to drink a coffee and this delicious cup of cappuccino will do the trick. I walked in to his office with a tray of all the ten black coffee in it including mine. "Sir...your coffee is here" I said to him,handing a cup of the black coffee he took it then drank it without looking at my face his eyes glued to his laptop as I took my also about to take a sip, my mouth was already watering as the sight.

Jacobs asked me. “I-I’ll just have what you order too…” He smiled. “Okay, then we would like to have two Pecan pies and two super Tuscan espressos.” “Two Pecan pie and Super Tuscan espresso, anything more, Sir?” “That’s all.” The server finally left and so Mr. Jacobs took out the chessboard inside the drawer of our table. The interior of the shop was completely chess-like. All the chairs look like pieces of chess and the floor was tiled with black and white. “This coffee shop looks really amazing, isn’t it?” Mr. Jacobs spoke again.

Let’s keep things in peace so she won’t push you away again. *** "It looks like you love coffee, don’t you?" Grace asked after thanking Sean, who brought her a cup of Matcha Latte. "I'm addicted," Sean chuckled. "That little café is the main suspect. I've loved their coffee since I tried it in high school." Grace chuckled. "But their coffee is indeed wonderful. No wonder you got addicted." "You know, right? And their recipe has never changed. I heard they especially import their coffee beans from Vietnam and Indonesia. Too bad you haven't tried their sandwiches. I hope they're not sold out tomorrow."

I’d lost count. Young Master Henry was still there. Perched on the same bar stool, sleeves still rolled up, scotch long gone. He hadn’t touched a single cookie. I don’t even know why he’s making me bake so many cookies so early in the morning. “Thirteenth thing,” Young Master Henry said, checking his watch. “Coffee.” I looked up, wrists aching from the mixer. “Young Master, it’s four in the morning.” “I’m aware.” He stood, finally, and stretched. The movement pulled his shirt taut across his shoulders. “French press. Black. No sugar. The beans from Colombia.”

Even though when she woke up this morning, Gadis prayed that today would go well, with no prolonged drama and that things at her office would go smoothly without needing to argue with Kingkong; this creature in front of her. “I want coffee,” King replied with a wide grin. ‘I'm being kind, Pasaraya." No, King wouldn't put down the box of Gadis's breakfast. He had already been caught up in the savory, slightly sweet taste of the carrot slices and the sauce that complemented Gadis's breakfast. He wouldn't leave the rest to Gadis. So ... he took out his wallet and pulled out three red bills with some difficulty. “Buy me an Americano with less sugar, too, Panji. Go with Pasaraya and buy some coff

Mrs Chang said before her eyes landed on me and so did the handsome stranger. I shrugged my shoulder and placed the menu on the table. "I will have whatever you are having." " She will be having the Finca El Injerto Coffee." The handsome stranger told Mrs. Chang. She nodded her head and scurried off with our orders. I didn't know what the beverages was but i did see it on the menu and it was for a rediculous amount of money. I wasn't sure why I didn't protest when he placed the order. "Would you like anything to eat?"